Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"What song the siren sang, or what name Achilles assumed among the girls, are puzzling mysteries, but they are not impossible to guess." The blond boy read out the article in a confident tone. The opening quote of the famous "Murders in the Rue Morgue" (also translated as Murders in the Rue Morgue), at the same time, he also moved his eyes away from the book in Ursula's arms, and slowly moved to the book that was parallel to her eyes. place.

This raising of the head allowed Ursula to fully see the appearance of the other party, a beautiful boy in the absolute western sense.

"Do you like that Detective Durban?" She raised the book, turned to that page familiarly, and then looked up at him.

"No, I'm here to make friends with books at this time." The blond boy leaned against the bookshelf and smiled, his sky blue eyes were bent, showing the unique innocence of children: "'I' and Duban Because of the same book." (The recorder and the detective met and became friends because they were looking for the same book in the library)

"But obviously, you are the one with the charming Parisian accent." Ursula raised her eyebrows. "What should I call you?"

"Auguste Durpin."

Ursula laughed. This was obviously a pseudonym, no different from when she said she was Sherlock Holmes alone in her previous life.

"You must think that this is a fake name?"

The blond boy saw the meaning of Ursula's smile, and explained to her with a look of familiarity.

"It's a little strange, but it's the real name. Because my mother is a fan of Detective Durban, and my father happens to be named Durban." He shrugged, and the sunlight through the round porthole just jumped in On the bridge of his nose, Ursula could see clearly the few light brown freckles that naturally grew out of his fair skin.

"Lingtang is really an interesting person." Ursula praised in a sincere tone, but she didn't believe this seemingly reasonable rhetoric at all in her heart.

After all, all this can only be established if he is really a boy.Ursula smiled and invited him to find a comfortable place to read together.

In this superficially enjoyable reading process, they centered on Poe and talked from "The Manuscript in a Bottle" to "The Adventures of Arthur Gordon Pym".

"So, I think the biggest doubt about this "Little Mister Dupin" is that his attitude towards me is too relaxed and natural, without any shyness." Ursula was ridiculed by Eric for being too Subjective, full of skepticism, but unexpectedly easy to use inferences to express opinions.

"He acted so used to dealing with girls my age."

"So I judge that he is the girl."

"Isn't that a little too arbitrary?" Dr. Watson said helplessly after listening to Ursula's narration, and at the same time his eyes wandered involuntarily.

Ursula keenly followed his gaze, and as expected, she saw the new manservant who was concentrating on tidying up the room, but she didn't say anything, just raised her hand and picked up a big iron can.

"Crack clap."

"Even if the reasoning can start from experience, some processes are omitted."

"Crack clap."

"You can't judge that the little boy is a girl pretending to be a girl just because he is good at chatting with girls! What if he has many sisters?"

"Crack clap."

"Didn't you have your lunch?" Dr. Watson looked at Ursula speechlessly while listening to him with a very serious attitude, and at the same time took out the music from the biscuit jar she brought with her with absolutely unladylike movements. Strange food.

"Why do you still look very hungry?"

"Because it is very energy-consuming to talk about topics that have a purpose but you are not interested in. I only ate a slice of bread in the morning. That lunch is not enough to consume."

"Talking about Edgar Allan Poe's novels is exhausting? I thought you liked it." Dr. Watson said unexpectedly. "And it's quite speculative with the other party."

"If the other party is really a kid who loves literature, and I haven't been teased by Eric's disguise a few times, I have developed the habit of looking at people first."

Ursula asked Dr. Watson if she wanted some. Her special heavy butter version of cookies was rejected by the doctor who felt that he was full for lunch.

"Ear?" Dr. Watson caught the key word. "Are you saying that the reason you really judged him as "she" was because of the same ears?"

At this time, Ursula ate too many biscuits, felt a little tired, and began to drink tea, and then Dr. Watson, who couldn't stand her overeating behavior, criticized this behavior and confiscated the biscuit barrel.

"Yes, even though the other party's facial skin and facial features are very natural, and there is no trace of disguise, but the shape of this boy's ears is completely coincident with that of the girl who looks like twins with Mr. Duran last night. unanimous."

"Then what's the reason for your previous speculation about his character?" Dr. Watson looked at his niece with an innocent expression, suddenly feeling tired.

"In order to perfect the character? It means that even if she dresses up as a boy, she is still used to getting along with girls." Ursula said as she added another cup of tea. "Also, liking to watch Edgar Allan Poe doesn't mean you have to discuss his ghost ships and sea monsters at sea."

"I chatted with her about the novel all morning, but the theme didn't leave the word ghost ship at all." Ursula complained to Dr. Watson while holding a cup. "In the beginning we could still talk about that Mr. Detective, but later on, she was so enthusiastic about unilaterally outputting her views on those sea adventures in the novel?"

"This is so weird!"

"But isn't this a classic part of it? Besides, we are at sea again, and talking about this fits the atmosphere. Besides, the age of the boy she plays should be when she is interested in pirates and ghost ships."

"You're right, but I'm always prone to overthinking." Ursula glanced at the back of the tall and strong manservant who seemed completely uninterested in their conversation before continuing. "Her personality, if it's a real personality, I'd call it highly dramatic, goes from the coincidence of meeting us directly into a scene in the book, to talking about ghost ships because she's at sea. So I think she at least likes the role of Detective Durban, but..."

"I don't think so about her other much-talked-about role," said Ursula, shaking her head.

"Which protagonist?"

"The one from Arthur Gordon Pym, she said so..."

"Miss Watson, do you think the protagonist is guilty?" Ursula said seriously, repeating the words of the blond boy or girl who claimed to have the same name as Detective Durban.

"When the tragedy happened, he always declared his helplessness and pain, but he still survived, using the flesh and blood of his companions to survive."

"I see. What you mean is that she doesn't like the protagonist, but it's strange that she still insists on talking about him." Dr. Watson.

"Unless she's talking about 'he,'" Ursula said. "We have been guessing who the 'he' who has been targeted by the three waves of people has been. Earlier we guessed that it might be the richest gentleman on board, and we also guessed that it was the bad-tempered noble old man."

"But looking at it now, do you feel that there is a new revelation?" Ursula looked at Dr. Watson, who was completely clueless, with bright eyes.

"For example?" Dr. Watson asked cautiously.

"Like someone we never suspect he might be a threat to us." Ursula looked at the cookie jar.

"Oh, dear Ursula, please hurry up," said Dr. Watson, hastily returning the biscuit tin. "Don't be like Sherlock Holmes and the others who are always keeping secrets."

"Ahem, have you considered that the captain is that 'he'?"

"..."

Dr. Watson looked at Ursula happily leaving his room with the lost biscuit bucket in her arms, and turned to the busy manservant whose back was always facing them.

"What do you think."

"I should have asked you this, my dear doctor." The tall footman threw down his half-arranged shirt and turned around. "You've made Ursula see something wrong."

"what?"

"That is to say, I have been exposed." Mr. Holmes sighed, pulled up the armchair and sat down opposite his friend.

"You should have sent me away when she started talking about the case. It's a pity. I originally wanted to scare them both." The great detective in London showed a regretful expression of failing to prank.

"...Did you use the wrong word, didn't you use surprise?" John's biographer, who was always scared by Holmes, Watson was speechless.

"Well, surprise. Now I can only hope that the two little guys will play a little longer, so that Eric will have a chance to receive a gift from uncle." Sherlock Holmes took off his brown wig and smiled.

"Get down to business, Holmes." Dr. Watson was still thinking about the possibility that Ursula suggested that "he" might be the captain.

"Do you think Ursula's inference is correct?"

"Only from that Duban's point of view, it's quite reasonable. But..." Mr. Holmes closed his eyes in his usual position, leaned on the back of the armchair with his fingers tipped, thought for a while, and then spoke slowly. Li: "What made you directly acquiesce that the target of these people is the same person?"

"Probably because everyone uses the word 'he' to refer to?"

"This is the problem, except that the two Frenchmen are definitely related by blood, which allows us to temporarily overlap the goals of the last two waves, but it cannot be confirmed that the goals of the couple you heard at the beginning are the same."

"You mean we might have been wrong in the first place? Maybe there were three victims? Three murders?"

"I don't rule out this possibility. I guess there should be at least two things. Did you find that the couple and the young couple Eric met had an intersection?"

"No, at least since last night's meal, I haven't found any intersection between them."

"Tsk, you said the word Ursula heard the girl say was drugging?"

"That's right." Dr. Watson nodded. "She is sure that what she heard was accurate, and she was indeed drugged."

"Looks like I'm going to do something about it." Mr. Holmes smiled as he stroked his chin with the fake beard stuck on it.

Dong dong dong

Someone knocked on the door.

Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes exchanged glances, and Holmes put on the wig again, and went to answer the door, fulfilling the duty of a valet who had just been appointed.

"Hi."

The black-haired girl appeared behind the door holding a small box, and she put the box directly into Mr. Holmes' hands with a smile.

"I won't go in." She hesitated, "You, uh, sir..."

"Just call me Reginald, miss."

"Yes, Reginald," said Ursula cheerfully. "I'll give it to you. Although digestion and blood supply will affect the blood supply to the brain, sugar is also a necessity for the brain to function."

After speaking, without giving the other party a chance to refuse, she waved her hand and left quickly.

"What?" Dr. Watson watched "Reginard" close the door, and there was a small silver box in his hand.

"It should be candy."

"Reginard" thought for a while, then picked a white one and put it in his mouth, then smiled.

"Minty."